Broad Audit

last saturday night emma and i went on a date type evening with fellow couples travis/blair, and J.Bibby/becca. we had your standard dinner and a movie date. for dinner i suggested we go to travis and blairs’ favorite spot, Vietnam Garden in virginia beach. id been there once before with Streit house and remember not caring for it too much, but on the request of a couple of Broad Audit readers i gave it another chance and looked to audit my meal to appease the reading public.

ok. so first of all, we had a party of 6. thats no unusual is it? 6 people is not hard to accommodate is it? well apparently the vietnam garden needs to prepare for a rush of customers of this gigantic proportion. the fucking mean, old dude that runs the place gave us some lip for not calling in advance with such a large party. i mean, there were plenty of empty seats. fucking John and Kate Plus 8 could have come in and sat down with no wait and still had room to seat us.

so we sit for 20 minutes or so and becca and jehou finally arrive. our waitress is this wonderfully cute asian women. she takes our order, recommends something for travis to have since he was unsure, and was just generally pleasant and happy, i dont know how since the fucking Grinch of Vietnam was yelling at her the whole time in the back. we get some sort of sesame pancakes as an appetizer, they were awesome. theyre like fried corn meal type stuff, with some sort of vegetable in it i guess cause there were specs of green inside the pancakes, but while we wait for that… the previously mentioned saint of vietnam tried to poison us with some chicken dumpling bullshit that she brought “on the house”, BITCH! WE’RE VEG! emma and i almost ate it cause we didnt know what it was and we were getting impatient waiting for the waitress to come back so we could ask what was in it.

the pancakes were awesome and stole the meal for me. i loved them, i could have just got a plate of those and been happy.

me and emily both ordered what i guess is the vietnamese version of Pad Thai Tofu. it was ok. everyone else’s order looked really interesting yet not really good to me, except for travis’. he got some green beans and tofu meal that was good, i tasted.

so now its time to pay. us being the young, cheap, difficult kids we are, of course need the check separated. DUH. act like youve had a table full of 20-somethings before. its not on 1 bill. so of course the guy is gonna bust our balls. this guy looks like an aged, fat version of Luigi from the Super Mario Bros. games. he was rocking an uncomfortably tight polo shirt which made his “outtie” belly button painfully obvious. fuck this guy.

overall the place was decent. but for what i had and my taste, i could have gone to Bangkok Garden, got real pad thai, paid a couple dollars less, been in a nicer restaurant, and not had to deal with some deformed belly button prick. not bad, just not good for me either. meh.